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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.