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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.