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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Techniques to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.