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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Move 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.