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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.