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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Pantytec to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.