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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.