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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 10cc to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.