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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.