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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.