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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.