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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.