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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.