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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.