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 United States and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Urselle,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.