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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.