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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Echospace,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.