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 Angola 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Nico,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.