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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.