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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Roxette,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.