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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.