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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Shoche,
Faust,
This Heat,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.