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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.