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 Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott 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?
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.