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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins 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?
Crime,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.