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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.