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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.