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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.