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 Brazil 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.