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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.