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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Scientists,
The Residents,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.