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 France and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.