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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
DNA,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.