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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.