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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.