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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.