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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.