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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
The Wake,
Magma,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.