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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the crunk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.