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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.