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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.