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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.