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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.