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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Cale to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.