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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.