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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.