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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
PIL,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.