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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.