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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.