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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.