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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.