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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.