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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
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 Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Urselle to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.