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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.