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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.