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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.