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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.