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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.