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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.