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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Monks,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.