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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.