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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.