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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.