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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.