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 Bangladesh 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.