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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 harpsichord 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Slave,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.