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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.