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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.