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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Wire,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.