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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.