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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.