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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.