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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.