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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
June Days,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Neil Young,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.