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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.