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 Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.