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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
MC5,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.