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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.