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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.