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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.