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 Antigua and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Smog,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.