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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.