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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.