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 Syria 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.