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 Lesotho 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 Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.