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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.