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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.