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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Japan,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.