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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Wire,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
PIL,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.