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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Symarip,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.