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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Gong to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.