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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.