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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.