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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.