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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.