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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.