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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.