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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.