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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.