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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.