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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.