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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
New Order,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.