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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.