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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Motorama to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
The Sound,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.