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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.