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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.