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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.