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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Yaz,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.