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 Argentina 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.