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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
ABC,
X-102,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.