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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.