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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.