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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 The Doors to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.