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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.