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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.