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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.