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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.