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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Roxette,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
the Swans,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.