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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.