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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barracudas to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.