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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.