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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.