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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Urselle,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.