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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.