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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.