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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.