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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
The Cure,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.