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 Guyana 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.