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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.