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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.