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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.