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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 MDC to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.