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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.