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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.