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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
UT,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.