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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.