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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.