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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.