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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.