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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K 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?
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.