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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.