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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
The Litter,
UT,
The Gories,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.