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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.