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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Motions to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Index,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.