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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.