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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.