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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.