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 London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.