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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.