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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.