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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Television,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.