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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.