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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.