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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.