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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
X-101,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.