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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Nas,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.