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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.