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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.