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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.