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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Gong,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.