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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.