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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
cv313,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.