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 Philippines and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.