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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.