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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.