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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
the Normal,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.