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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.