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 Gabon and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.