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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.