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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Josef K,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.