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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.