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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.