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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Grauzone,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.