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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.