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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.