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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.