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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.