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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.