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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.