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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.