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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.