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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.