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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.