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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.