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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Agitation Free 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
The Remains,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.