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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.