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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.