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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.