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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.