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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.