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 Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.