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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.