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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.