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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
DNA,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.