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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.