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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.