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 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.