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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.