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 India and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.