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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.