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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Gong,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.