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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.