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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.