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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.