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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Index to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.