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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.