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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.