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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
ABC,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.