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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Technova,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.