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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Can,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.