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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.