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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
ABC,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.