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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.