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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.