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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Crime,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.