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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.