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 Bangladesh 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.