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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.