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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.