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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.