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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.