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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Japan,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.