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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.