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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Index,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Television,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.