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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers 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?
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.