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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.