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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.