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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.