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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.