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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.