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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Index,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.