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 Maldives 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.