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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.