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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.