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 Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.