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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.