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 Angola 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.