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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.