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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.