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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
cv313,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.