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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moody Blues to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.