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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
the Swans,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.