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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.