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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Roxette,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.