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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.