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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.