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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.