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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.