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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.