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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.