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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Monks,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.