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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.