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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Nico,
The Wake,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.