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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.