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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.