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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.