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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.