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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.