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 Sri Lanka 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Visage,
Japan,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.