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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.