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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.