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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.