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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.