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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.