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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.