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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
JFA,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.