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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.