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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.