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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.