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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Nas,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.