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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s 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 crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.