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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.