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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.