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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.