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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Scientists,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.