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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.