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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.