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 Turkey 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.