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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.