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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.