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 Russia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.