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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.