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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
The Move,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.