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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.