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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.