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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.