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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.