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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.