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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.