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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
MDC,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.