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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.