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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.