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 Malta 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.