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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.