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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.