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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Can,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.