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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Section 25,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.