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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The New Christs,
Organ,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.