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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.