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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Josef K,
Scion,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.