Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gong. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.