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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.