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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.