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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.