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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Visage,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.