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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 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 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.