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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.