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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.