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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Remains,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Nico,
Smog,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.