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 Serbia and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.