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 Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Lower 48,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.