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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.