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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.