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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.