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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.