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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.