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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.