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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.