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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Monolake,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.