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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
The Index,
the Swans,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.