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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.