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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.