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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Index,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.