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 Tuvalu 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
The Index,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.