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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.