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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Television,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.