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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Technova,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.