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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 The Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.