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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.