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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.