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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.