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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.