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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
The Cure,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.