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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Visage,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.