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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
JFA,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Deakin,
X-102,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.