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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
The Move,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.