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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Gong,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.