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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.