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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.