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 Chad 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.