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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Q65,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.