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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective 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?
Josef K,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.