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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.