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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.