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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.