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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.