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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.