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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.