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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.