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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.