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 Azerbaijan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
UT,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.