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 Ireland 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Pole to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.