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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.