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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.