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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.