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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
DNA,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.