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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Japan,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.