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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.