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 Mali 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.