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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Television,
Japan,
New Order,
Nico,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.