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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.