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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Skaos,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.