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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.