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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.