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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
JFA,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Brick,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.