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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.