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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.