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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.