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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.