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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.