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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Technova,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.