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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Main Source,
JFA,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.