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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Swans,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.