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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Technova,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.