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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Cymande,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.