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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
The Zeros,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Unwound,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.