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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.