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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.