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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.