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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.