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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Television,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.