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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.