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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.