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 Singapore 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.