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 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Television,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.