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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.