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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.