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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Can,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.