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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.