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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.