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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 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?
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.