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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.