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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.