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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.