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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
The Motions,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Gong,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.