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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.