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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 snare 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 The Happenings to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.