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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.