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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
The Slits,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.