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 Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.