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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.