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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Agitation Free 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.