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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Technova,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.