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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.