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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.