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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.