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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Real Kids to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.