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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.