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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.