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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.