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 Tunisia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.