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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.