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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Ituana,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.