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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.