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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.