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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.