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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.