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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.