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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Scion,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.