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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.