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 Nauru 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.