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 Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
UT,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Magazine,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.