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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.