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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.