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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.