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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.