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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.