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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.