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 Bolivia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Crime,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.