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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
June Days,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.