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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.