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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Excepter,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.