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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.