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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.