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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.