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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.