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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.