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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.