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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.