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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Index,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.