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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
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.