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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.