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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.