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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.