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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Index,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.