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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.