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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.