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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Smiths to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.