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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.