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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.