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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the rap 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.