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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.