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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.