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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 techno 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.