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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.