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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Kayak,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Brick,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.