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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Franke to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.