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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.