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 Chile and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke 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?
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.