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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Swans,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.