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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.