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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.