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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.