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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.