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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
The Busters,
The Cure,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.