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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Index,
ABC,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.