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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.