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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Organ,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.