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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.