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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.