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 Morocco 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.