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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.