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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.