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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Index,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.