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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the funk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.