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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.