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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.