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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.