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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Nico,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.