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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
PIL,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.