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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
the Swans,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.