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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.