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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.