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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.