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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the techno 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Japan,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.