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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Main Source,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
JFA,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Pole,
Q65,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.