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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.