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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Minny Pops 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.