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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Monks,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.