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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.