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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.