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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.