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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.