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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Index,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.