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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
X-102,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.