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 Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra 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 Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.