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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Index,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.