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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.