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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.