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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Television to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Crime,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.