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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
X-102,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.