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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.