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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Pretty Things to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.