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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.