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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.