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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.