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 Botswana 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
The Index,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.