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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.