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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Television,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.