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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.