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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.