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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.